To the Merry Moochers who now gloat and revel as they think they voted themselves free condoms and ObamaPhones for life:

Just as they did in France, the policies you champion will affect everyone’s standards of living, directly and indirectly. If you are wealthy today, your wealth will dwindle tomorrow. If you are already poor or believe yourself so, you will never rise and prosper.

Soon, just as the French did, you will realize that you’ve elected yourself servants of an unaccountable oligarchy courted by a small intelligentsia to which you will never belong, from which you will never profit and of which you can never get rid.

To the “brave” vote abstainers and protest voters on the right:

TO THE VARIOUS BRANCHES OF LIBERTARIANISM, whether followers of the cranky Dr. Ron “The Bane of the Fed” or hipsters swapping commodity traders’ jokes on Zero Hedge as they wink-wink-nod-nod “wait for the Titanic to sink”. You who decided against opposing the Eurobama Project rather than banking on the R&R ticket who, despite all its shortcomings (whether real, perceived or invented) would nevertheless have been far more receptive to most Libertarian ideals and would have been easier to steer in the directions you favor than the Chicago Machinist will ever be, here is an enigma:

Have you ever heard about the French Libertarian Party?

Me neither.

We, personally, will at least give the protest voters a partial pass as they, at the very least, bothered to voice their opinion rather than the pissy cowards who sat on their duffs, pretending that their not voting absolved them of any responsibility.

To the howling idiots on the right who wail and scream that this “proves” that the only way to win is to pretend to be more Socialist than the Socialists:

[The French Right] figured, quite cynically, that they had to give the voters whatever they demanded—and moved left. They are now only nominatively Right wing, yet are consistently chided and scorned by the French press as right-wingers, ultra conservative and free market fundamentalists.

In other words, the French “Right” is now always wrong, and only has herself to blame.

You remember high school? Remember that Cool Clique, the popular kids, the cool kids, the ones that everybody listened to? Of course you do. You remember the wannabes? The ones who tried desperately be like them but couldn’t quite cut it, hoping that they’d become accepted and popular in return for their efforts? How did that work out for them?

You remember Charles “Little Green No-Balls” Johnson, once a loud and proud Rightwing Death Beast who, after the leftists started making gains, wanted to cash in by switching to the winning team? How did that work out for him?

Or how about the various brands of Nazi collaborators in Europe who, claiming that the only way to retain control of what was going on was to be more like the new overlords? How did that work out for them? The Nazis still despised them and the ones they once could call friends now hated them with a purple passion. Quite a few of them wound up dangling, well-deservedly, from whatever you could tie a rope to after the war was over. The rest of them ended up suffering even worse than the Nazis did, because if there is one thing that is universally more hated than an enemy is a traitor.

There is an old saying that I first heard in Europe: “The enemy loves the betrayal, but everybody despises the betrayer.”

So to those who preach that we must become more like the enemy, I have only this to say: You will gain no friends among the enemy’s ranks, they’ll just despise you all the more for your cowardice, but you will gain a great deal of mortal enemies among your former friends.

And, finally, to those on our side who cry out that “all is lost, we might as well just burn the flag because it doesn’t mean anything anymore and run away”:

Old Glory doesn’t mean anything, simply because you woke up last Wednesday to a measly 4 millions popular votes difference? A battle of nearly 121 million voters finds you outnumbered by four and hear, hear: the Republic is dead and the war is lost?

Try and tell that to those Americans who found themselves outnumbered and outgunned by far more disadvantageous enemy ratios, whether in a forest in the Ardennes, a hill in Korea, a valley in Vietnam or a mountain in Afghanistan. Try and tell them you’re considering giving up and burning the flag in despair.

Even though I am just a French, I am quite certain I can predict their reaction.

As can we.

Although I can understand the sentiment quite well, since I am in that very dark place myself right now where I find myself wondering “what does it matter?”

But that has to end and it WILL end. I, you, all of us caught a severe punch in the gut and we WILL require a few to catch our breath, that’s natural and understandable, but that’s it.

Then, and sooner rather than later, it is time to brush the sand out of our vaginas, ruck back up, pick our swords up and get back in the fight.

Because THAT is what matters. It’s not the outcome or the odds of a good one, it’s that we don’t curl up and die while we still have fight in us.

I don’t, and I know that all of y’all feel the same way upon sober reflection, intend to face the millions of Americans who went before us after I’m dead and hear them say “what the fuck? You just fucking GAVE UP???”

No, I don’t know yet precisely how we’re going to fight this one, but that’s irrelevant. It will show itself, it will come together, and then all that remains is “execute.”

I also don’t know the outcome or even the odds, but that’s irrelevant too. I’d like good odds, I’d love a certain outcome even more, but the only way right now to get a certain outcome lies in the certainty of defeat if we all refuse to fight, and failure is just not an option.

Not now, not ever, not standing upon what remains of the greatest nation that ever existed, built FOR us by men and women who gave up, who sacrificed, who endured one metric fuck ton more than is asked of us right now which is, really, nothing more than to promise each other that we’ll keep on fighting.

You don’t even have to remember all of our fallen in past wars, although it behooves us all to do so, all you have to do in order to find your fucking resolve again is to consider this:

Think of all of those currently posted in foreign lands, fighting on our behalf.

Yes, those.

Your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, out there right the fuck NOW instead of being right here at home with you, putting their arses on the line in order to keep this country free and strong, risking everything in order to keep a country worth fighting FOR.

Do you want to be there when they come home, if they come home, trying to explain why the country they went off to fight for in foreign lands isn’t there anymore because you, you filthy whinging pussy, because YOU decided that it just wasn’t “worth” fighting for anymore, because all was “lost” with a narrow, contentious election while they were out there freezing their arses off getting fucking shot and shelled at 24/7?

Do you? Really now?

Then get your fucking shit together, pussies.

We had a radio show for a while we called “Keep the Home Fires Burning.” We enjoyed the heck out of it. The whole concept was A) to honor those who fight and fought for us and B) make sure that when they came home, they’d have those home fires still burning, that we’d keep those going as our duty while they were out there walking through very real fires abroad for US.

It’s time to throw some logs on those fires and stir up some shit if need be, because those flames are flickering a bit right now and we’ll be fucking DAMNED if we won’t have a hot meal ready for our boys and girls when they come marching home.

Are you with us?

Fuck the enemy. It’s easier to hit him when he’s all around you. And if we lose? Hell’s Bells, the fuckers will know they’ve BEEN somewhere.

Does anybody know if Obama attended any kind of ceremony for Veteran’s Day? He’s the first and only president to skip D-Day attendance – 3 times.

I loathe him.

Not as much as I do.

When he called upon the Armed Forces, reluctantly because he was worried that his donor base in the pisslamic middle east would be angry with him, to take out bin Laden so he could spike a football, they did the job.

Every single fucking time they asked him to do a single thing for them, most recently Benghazi, the treasonous son of a syphilitic whore hung up the phone and left them to die.

Satan is going to have to invent a tenth circle to accommodate that sack of chooming rat excrement. When he’s dead, if I’m still alive, I will make it my mission to make a Hajj to his grave every year so I can shit on it.Emperor Misha I recently posted..From Somebody Who Has Seen it All Before…

I quite liked what talk radio slut Laura Ingraham had to say about this.

“You can’t out democrat a democrat.”

No matter how much we concede on illegal immigration, taxes, spending or any other myriads

of issues, they will never be satisfied. They will continually move the goalposts until we say, “Nope. Can’t agree to that.” And then they will continue to call us racists, homophobes, bigots and whatever else they already do now.

I say we fight them to the death. Let them know what pain really is. I stand ready in Ohio, Sire.

By the way…if y’all are serious about secession, is there room in Texas for me and the wife and at least one youngun?

By the way…if y’all are serious about secession, is there room in Texas for me and the wife and at least one youngun?

Don’t know about secession, right now we’re just sending a message but we’re not kidding, and there’s always room in Texas for a patriot. We’ll MAKE room for you, because we can’t ever have too many of your kind. Reach out to the network and we’ll find a place to shack you up. Just ask Jackboot.Emperor Misha I recently posted..Then Again, With Moron Allies Like These…

Or how about the various brands of Nazi collaborators in Europe who, claiming that the only way to retain control of what was going on was to be more like the new overlords? How did that work out for them? The Nazis still despised them and the ones they once could call friends now hated them with a purple passion. Quite a few of them wound up dangling, well-deservedly, from whatever you could tie a rope to after the war was over. The rest of them ended up suffering even worse than the Nazis did, because if there is one thing that is universally more hated than an enemy is a traitor.

The Finns, and to a somewhat lesser degree, the Hungarians, were able to thread the needle with regards to working with the Nazis. Given the choice between Hitler (bad) and Stalin (worse), I suppose it was easier for everyone to excuse a degree of collaboration.

I know that all of y’all feel the same way upon sober reflection, intend to face the millions of Americans who went before us after I’m dead and hear them say “what the fuck? You just fucking GAVE UP???”

Of course, those millions who went before us voted in their millions for Adams, Lincoln, Wilson, FDR, LBJ, and assorted others who were all willing to build (or at least draw up parts of the blueprints for) the Leviathan we now have to deal with. If their ghosts accuse yours of derliction of duty, you’d be well justified in going with the “I am rubber, you are glue…” retort.

Don’t know about secession, right now we’re just sending a message but we’re not kidding, and there’s always room in Texas for a patriot. We’ll MAKE room for you, because we can’t ever have too many of your kind. Reach out to the network and we’ll find a place to shack you up. Just ask Jackboot.

Make room for me as well. If Texas decides to boot DC to the curb, I’m gonna become a Texan.

We had a radio show for a while we called “Keep the Home Fires Burning.” We enjoyed the heck out of it. The whole concept was A) to honor those who fight and fought for us and B) make sure that when they came home, they’d have those home fires still burning, that we’d keep those going as our duty while they were out there walking through very real fires abroad for US.

I would also say it’s past time to revive the “pop a pali for a pizza” program as well…

But my fight is here in Northern VA, right near the Belly Of The Beast. This is my home, this is where I’m Called to be.

We’re not guaranteed success in this life, nor victory, and if we DO win, we won’t all be here to see it. All I ask from you and our other TX brothers is that you spare a thought for those of us who get stuck up here fightin’ the good fight.

My wife and I have talked at length about this, and have decided that if Texas, or for that matter, ANY state decides to secede, we’re moving. If it be Texas, y’all get ready, cause this redneck infantryman is locked, loaded and ready to fulfill the oath I took over 25 years ago…it never expires

I damn near swallowed my smoke, angrywebmaster . prop 13, huh? I remember voting for that, being ancient. A lot of very angry, pissed off taxpayers made our feelings known. Now, thanks to this economic crash, living in a depressed area, my home has dropped two-thirds of it’s value, now so far underwater a fucking submarine couldn’t find it. Gawd!
That could work to my advantage, though…what puts a big, shit-eatin’ grin on my face is all those rich libs in Marin County, LA and such….now won’t that be a pleasant surprise? Let ‘em support their own derelicts, everybody else has had to….bankruptcy court, huh….well, we shall see. I’m feeling utterly ruthless right about now. My wife and I didn’t work our asses off for thirty-five years for this….! I always did love the South……but this Valley is in my blood too….what we used to grow here was incredible.

My mother-in-law owns a home free and clear in Cupertino…not what you’d a depressed area, living on SS and such. She could be forced out of her home of over fifty years. When my wife was born they lived there.. Paid in fiat money. That pisses me off. Huge long term capital gains…etc. I’d miss those man-eating rosebushes.
This will destroy what is left of our real estate here, and guess what, boys and girls, over all revenues either remain flat or drop. Good old unintended consequences, huh?

It is kinda funny that those who voted for Obama were smug and gloating the rest of the week. Let’s see if they have those same feelings in a year or two.

And right now the military is downsizing into a job market where few military personnel have skills that transfer to the civilian sector. Even those I meet going thru medical retirement/separation that WANT to stay in are being ‘released’ from service. A lot have educational opportunities, but employment is still a challenge. (How many Infantrymen coming back after 4+ deployments, undergoing constant stress and hardships, are ready or willing to take a job that requires them to be able to ask, “Would you like fries with that?”)
Many are at least trying to get max VA disability ratings to help them pay bills, etc.

There is something that happens when the military is not only ignored, but spat upon by those sending them into harms way. And unlike many Americans….we do not forget, nor forgive. There is something about seeing a buddy get his legs blown off, or trying to shove his guts back in, that does things to the mental and memory faculties.

I wish I could agree with the message at the end of this article… Yes, we lost by 4 million, or was it 3 million out of 120+ million. Yes, our soldiers fought terrifying odds on battlefields across the world.

But we aren’t fighting the same kind of battle. If we were, let’s face it — we’d win in a heartbeat. Come on, now. 59 million armed folk versus a few gang bangers and a pile of hipsters? Right.

That’s not the battle we fight, though. We’re fighting a culture war. There is some merit to the idea that this is similar to the popular kids in high school, as opposed to the ones who try to be liked. That’s part of the Republican party’s problem. The other part is that public discourse is, rapidly, becoming very much LIKE high school. Let’s face it, maturity seems to take longer and longer each generation. I was living on my own and in the work force at 18. Some of you who are older than I am probably started far earlier, even, than I did. But today? It is common for grown men to live at their parents house well into their mid-20s, and even later.

These people vote.

One person I was arguing with on facebook about Government Healthcare said that she couldn’t afford it at her shitty minimum-wage job. A week later, she posted pictures of the new X-box and Halo game she bought. Well, there went the money you could have spent on health care premiums, right?

They want all their essentials for free because that’s what they are used to. They live with Mommy and Daddy, like spoiled brats, and as they get older, the Government replaces Mommy and Daddy as the primary source of free shit. They figure they are owed a place to live, health care, food, contraceptives and utilities. That way they can avoid having to educate themselves or work hard, and spend what little money they have on video games and/or booze. If they go to college, many don’t bother with something useful like, say, electrical engineering or medicine. They’d rather coast through on frat parties, keggers and free sex, and if they graduate, come out with a degree in basket weaving or something.

Then they bitch that they have huge student loans, and we should help them pay those off, right?

Paradoxically this even occurs with POOR people, not just suburbanite soccer moms and hipsters with designer babies. Mommy lets her gang-banger kid crash at her place because he blew all his money on crack. She’ll share that fat welfare check and demand more food stamps. As for him, why work? Drugs make more money for him, and he can always cash in on the government if push comes to shove. As Obama said, it’s the one thing we can all be a part of! The Government Gravy Train!

In a way it’s good abortion hasn’t been banned, because if it were, these people would be having even MORE kids than they already do. In 20 years, the Right would have committed demographic suicide.

So we aren’t fighting a war, fellow Rotties. I wish we were, we’d win it hands down. We’re more intelligent, better prepared and better armed. But we aren’t. Our problem is cultural, and with a Romney or even an Ryan, we are only treating the symptoms of the disease. If you ask me, we have two options: Split the damn country somehow, or find some way to turn this culture of ours around. That won’t be done at the voting booth, though, or even on talk radio. Neither option is easy. Neither is guaranteed victory.

But the article is right about one thing. We owe it to those who came before us to try.

We may not have to crowd into Texas. A lot of other states are following example of Texas and Louisiana and preparing secession petitions. This morning I discovered that South Dakota has a petition going, and I signed it. Once we all secede, we’ll have not only the numerical advantage but also interior lines of communication. Then we pus the bastards into the seas, scalp Fauxcahontas, and turn the King of Clubs into a shovel ready project for his wife’s garden..